I was touched by the story below. It had more than the normal impact on me as I was born in ’57, turn ’57 this year, and dreamed of owning a ’57 Chevy Bel-Air with metallic paint the color of root beer (my favorite drink at the time.) I figure, if you’re going to dream, dream big, and be very specific!

The closest I got to having that dream come true in high school was a ’60 Rambler. For those who know cars, you know that owning a Rambler is a bit like owning a rumbling tank, while the ’57 Chevy Bel-Air is a classic beauty. Still, it was a fun and wonderful dream, and in truth, if I’d wanted the “car of my dreams” badly enough, I’d have owned it by now.

Still, it was a fun and wonderful dream, and I’m delighted that the dad in the story below had his dream come true.

From the SF Globe article:

“The son says: “Growing up my dad always dreamed of owning a 57 chevy bel-air. He grew up poor in a family of 7 children. He never thought he would be able to own his dream vehicle but would talk about it all the time.

When I was 8 years old I promised him that on his 57th birthday I would buy him a 57 bel-air. I never forgot and was able to fulfill my promise.”

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My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 4 young grandsons. I manage a wealth management firm I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of 23 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children. In addition to my family, friends, investing, and writing, my passions include reading, watching classic movies, experiencing waves crashing on rocky shores, hiking in ancient redwood forests, and enjoying our small redwood grove and fern garden.